Vivacity 6/20
Aperitif in small doses
Cool slinging to the skin - a love affair in old age
I walk through the botanic gardens in Brooklyn as slowly as possible
Stand beneath the weeping cherry tree for the same measure every time
There I count to thirty and rub against the black wrought iron boughs
Steady rain - creeping over the hillsides
Tawny port fills glass
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